11.26.2012

To Be Invisible

Sunlight grass yellows
In every none I find
one who kneels.
invisible.
A click at the back
Absent rain
curves our way.
summerfull, river white.
Heat runs us
Watermelon wet,
I trace finger to window,
we turn inside
the village of split ends.
dizzy out the waterfront.
A silver school breaks
That light threshing sound.
An eyetooth moon
footprints. Crown hilltops
gone white capped
A tree funnels
your you
remains gone on utterance.
 
Sky bowl cradles to
 
of your mouth.
 
Erosion thickens
 
into skin-licked air.
 
window to rows
 
Roadside minnows
 
the breaking point.
 
rises to scrape out my
 
in olive ripple.
 
to reveal the is of it.

 

Alexandra Mattraw (© 2012)